Summoning Trouble: The Uncollected Anthology, #1

By Tami Veldura

Nariah Boyd has enough going on between her client's memorial jewelry requests and the spirits attached to the bones she works with. Getting involved with a resistance force against the vampire overlords isn't on her to-do list. 

But her mother has a new recruit for the resistance that Nariah doesn't like the sound of. He claims spirits can do the fighting--and dying--for them.

Nariah won't let him destroy a spirit's afterlife.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Story Prism Studios
• Release date: Aug 1, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223071471

Tami Veldura

Tami Veldura is an enby/aro/ace author of queer fiction. They have published short stories in anthologies Fresh Starts, Hauntings, Love Among The Thorns, Love Is Like A Box Of Chocolates, the magazine Galaxy’s Edge, and they are a contributing member of the scifi magazine Boundary Shock Quarterly. They publish new work every month, crossing every genre, but always featuring queer characters and found families.As S.T. Lynn, they write uplifting, sweet, and tropey fantasy fiction, featuring women front and center. Including fairy tales, elves, magic, and happy endings for young adults and young-at-heart.

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Nariah Boyd has enough going on between her client's memorial jewelry requests and the spirits attached to the bones she works with. Getting involved with a resistance force against the vampire overlords isn't on her to-do list. 

But her mother has a new recruit for the resistance that Nariah doesn't like the sound of. He claims spirits can do the fighting--and dying--for them.

Nariah won't let him destroy a spirit's afterlife.

Summoning Trouble

Tami Veldura

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Summoning Trouble

For Nariah Boyd, final delivery for a client was always tangled in conflicting emotions. The satisfaction of a creative work well done butted up against the knowledge that, for her client, this moment was a gut-wrenching reminder of what they’d lost. There were usually tears.

Nariah… didn’t handle tears well. Especially other people’s.

And other people didn’t handle her well in the middle of them.

It was the one reason Nariah organized payment in advance. The first time she’d done this, her client sobbed in Nariah’s shoulder for a half hour and Nariah couldn’t bring herself to talk about billing her after that.

So sorry for your loss. You owe me four hundred dollars.

It wasn’t a good business practice.

She didn’t regret giving that first one away for free. Paying tuition, her mother called it. Earning lessons more valuable than cash.

So now she coordinated payment and contracts ahead of time and it kept this moment, today, from feeling too much like a transaction instead of a memorial.

Of course, it was much less a memorial for Nariah since she could see the spirits of the dead.

This one barked.

Cosmic was a long dog. Thin and whip-fast. With more fur than a greyhound, but not as much as an afghan. She was a saluki, not a common breed in the States, and made more uncommon now that she was a ghost. She’d figured out her new incorporeal state quickly, too. By the time Nariah had picked up her body only an hour